Gobbledegook.
When is a door not a door?
This concept gnaws
"If doors aren't doors
Pray give me pause
For thought." Because,
By nature's laws,
One cannot cause
Such spatial flaws
Within the maws
Of level shores
On facing floors...
Such theory soars
Beyond all lores,
Past social mores
And all such saws...
Within time's claws,
When G -force gores,
The wormhole bores
And spawns the spores
Around jarred doors,
Creating awes.
While "string" explores
What "point" ignores
Time semaphores
These metaphores.
Ethereal doors
Swing without pause
Though rote assures
Close danger draws
When man ignores
The raven's caws.
We grit our jaws.
As thought obscures
These raging roars
Our mind deplores
These hormone wars
Creating naus-
-eating flaws
In logic's laws
When man endures
Male menopause.
I wrote this poem as an excercise in monorhyme. (each line ends in the same sound.)
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